歌曲 | Sandwiches for the Road |
歌手 | Drive-By Truckers |
专辑 | Gangstabilly |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Drive By Truckers, Hood | |
All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road | |
lay them out across the dash in the August sun | |
and if they turn green don't be afraid | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
I been given to visions from time to time (Mighty fields of vision) | |
and the voice in my brain can be a little unkind sometimes | |
Go ahead, point it at me, I ain't scared | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
and if you see me on the street and if I whop you on the head | |
you probably got it coming | |
and if you hit me back, we'll call it even, but I ain't going down easy | |
cuz my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama. | |
So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette | |
something's gonna get us yet | |
Cuz I got ashes in my throat and I ain't got no vote | |
it's just the way I stand myself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff) |
zuo qu : Drive By Truckers, Hood | |
All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road | |
lay them out across the dash in the August sun | |
and if they turn green don' t be afraid | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
I been given to visions from time to time Mighty fields of vision | |
and the voice in my brain can be a little unkind sometimes | |
Go ahead, point it at me, I ain' t scared | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
and if you see me on the street and if I whop you on the head | |
you probably got it coming | |
and if you hit me back, we' ll call it even, but I ain' t going down easy | |
cuz my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama. | |
So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette | |
something' s gonna get us yet | |
Cuz I got ashes in my throat and I ain' t got no vote | |
it' s just the way I stand myself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
music by Driveby Truckers Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff |
zuò qǔ : Drive By Truckers, Hood | |
All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road | |
lay them out across the dash in the August sun | |
and if they turn green don' t be afraid | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
I been given to visions from time to time Mighty fields of vision | |
and the voice in my brain can be a little unkind sometimes | |
Go ahead, point it at me, I ain' t scared | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
and if you see me on the street and if I whop you on the head | |
you probably got it coming | |
and if you hit me back, we' ll call it even, but I ain' t going down easy | |
cuz my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama. | |
So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette | |
something' s gonna get us yet | |
Cuz I got ashes in my throat and I ain' t got no vote | |
it' s just the way I stand myself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
nothing can hurt you but yourself | |
music by Driveby Truckers Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff |